Beautiful Death, Wallace Stevens: We Live, We Live, But Once Poem by Dennis Ryan

Beautiful Death, Wallace Stevens: We Live, We Live, But Once

Friday morning, August 4,2023 at 10: 20 a.m.; Saturday morning, August 5, 2023 at 5: 01 a.m. and 5: 14 a.m.; Tuesday
morning, August 8, 2023, begun at 6: 03 a.m. and concluded at
6: 20 a.m.

At last, at last—we come to an end, my, your, our.
(Final hours) . At last, at some unforeseen time. Today
kind of feels like that (feels like a prelude) and I don't know
why. (Should I ask someone? Does dark laughter sound?)
'Death at last' they say in Japanese: 'Tootoo, shinu toki'. Death at last. Beautiful death. Beautiful death—Wallace
Stevens, his poem is correct. We live, we live—but once.

Saturday, August 5, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: psychology,emotions,darkness,life and death,beauty,today,laughter,dark,japan,language,lessons of life,human condition,existence,existentialism,mother,mother and child,feeling,famous poets,intuition,imagination,imaginings,death,life
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I wrote this poem yesterday morning at a local coffee shop in Cary, North Carolina, within one mile of my home in Raleigh, and then revised it this morning by way of addition.
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Dennis Ryan

Dennis Ryan

Wellsville, New York
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